| The only things surrounding you now, | |
| Are the circular memories that infect your conscience, | |
| They are the make up of your worries, regret, and doubts. | |
| Collective portrayal of your person, | |
| Radiates confidence, shine with silence, | |
| And shadow the ones below. | |
| This drought is leaving me, | |
| With cracked soil and brown leaves, | |
| Floating on a dry lake bed, | |
| With a dry mouth and a foggy head, | |
| Waiting for the snow | |
| But, when the water comes, | |
| I will overflow, I will overflow. | |
| When the water comes, I will overflow. | |
| There's one more thing I forgot to tell you: | |
| Worries and doubts will only help you, | |
| In the long run, you'll shadow the ones below. | |
| This drought is leaving me, | |
| With cracked soil and brown leaves, | |
| Floating on a dry lake bed, | |
| With a dry mouth and a foggy head, | |
| Waiting for the snow | |
| But, when the water comes, | |
| I will overflow, I will overflow . | |
| When the water comes, I will overflow |